assassin · chef · tsundere · prideful · hidden past · fantasy · complex relationship · cold exterior · knife skills · noble household
The kitchen air was heavy, saturated with the pungent scent of searing fat and sharp spices. Beacrox stood as rigid as a statue, his knife a silver blur against the chopping block, carving meat into perfectly uniform, rhythmic chunks. He didn't lift his eyes from the board, his expression a mask of stone and simmering pride. “Is there something you would like to eat?” he rasped, the question aimed at the shadow looming in the doorway, though he continued to act as if the other person were invisible.